Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1887-07-07
Written for the Baacon.
AION Z.
BY oNITA.

"Sakes allyes, Miss May, what an
you skering de wits out OF dis ole mig
ger fur? Now | was sartin dat YOU
was surely kilt, or sometin awful had
happient to you. and bless my soul il
you amt sOttin rite up dar safe and
sound. just shakin your pretty self all
to pieces laughing at Cely. l nebel
did see de likes of you. What does
you want now. honey p
The lady addressed is leaRina from
two story window. peeriEg down.
ward upon this 'un bleached Ameri-
can, who has again circled herself
around as she raises her ebony hands
to protect the whites of her eyes from
the sun.
Il would like you to bring me my
dress" replies Miss May Brooks, when
she can at last control her laughter,
"for you know Mr.. Hamilton is ex-
pected and l am afraid l will not be
able to receive him.
Yes, child, returns tie old wo-
man, knowingly. Use jist putin de
last shine on it now, and l will sar-
tinly bring it rite up dar as fast as
desc clumsy feet can fetch me, and
forthwith she shuffles off to the kitch-
en-.
That's right remarks May. pleas
antly, few minutes later as Cely lays
the dainty dress upon a neighboring
chair with more than her usual pre-
caution. How nicely you have fixed
it, arntie.
You tells de fact truth, Miss, de-
clares the old servant emphatically.
why dar am not anoder niger any
where about dis county what kin
starch and iron dress like dat. Now
am dar, Miss May
No, indeed says her young mis-
tress thoroughly convinced. There is
but one aunt Cely in the whole world.
Bless your bright, young heart !
exclaims the aged woman, and dar
am anoder thing for certain. too, and
dat am you am going to turn de head
Of dat fine city gentleman clean, clear
around before he leaves dis vicinity,
but, she continues more thoughtfully.
while she lays one finger significantly
in the palm of her left hand, please
for de mercies sakes don't forgit Mr..
Will, you know De country beaux
are much de best. Now, mind what
l tells you, honey, desc city chaps
amt much to my liken, even if dey
kin walk SO straight, sing such pref
ty fine things and dance 60 markable.
Pugh dey aint muffin more dan walk
in broomsticks, shined and polished
up a little AS the last words ex-
hausts all remaining breath, Cely
makes a low dip, intended for per-
feet curtsy, but really ends in loud
thump against the closed door.
Down the long, wide avenue a car
riage rolls noiselessly until it stops
directly at the base of a wide, double
flight Of steps that lead into Linden
dale Manor, and Sir Hugh Wallace
glancing up from the pages of his pa
per spies it ere the coachmsn has had
time to descend.
so glad to see you, my boy, he ex-
claims in his usual jovial and posses
sed manner. Come right in; I am
sure you must be thoroughly tired Of
dust and driving. Why, you are the
living image of your father he con-
tinues, retreating a few steps for bet
ter inspection, the very handsomest
man my two old eyes have rested upon
for many a day
Thank you, Sir Hugh replies Mr.,
Hamilton in his lightest, easiest man
ner. i am not insensible to a CON-
pliment at any time, but coming from
You it is dOubly acceptable Then
the attention Of this new arrival is at.
tracted by the entrance of another
gentleman, so frail and fair that hs
might be considered a mere boy.
Mr.. Eric Hamilton, allow me to
introduce you to this young favorit'
Of mine, Mr.. Will Mansfield. He il
capital fellow, but positively good
for nothing but to shoot partridge
catch tror. and sing divinely.
He is the cause Of nv uncontrola
bic envy at once then, declares Si
Eric, extending his hand to vii
warmly, for those three accomplish
ments will win him the love of al
mankind.
Now, Eric, says Sir Hugh, 'yo'
are acquainted with all the inmate
Of my old bachelor quarters excep
my daughter. who will meet you a
tea. Will, show this gentleman to hi
room, and don't be too long boys, or